Chapter 1550 - 1542: Wherever the Gaze Falls, There Is Eternity: He Is Already a True Man

Violet Zimmerman left, the coat on her shoulders was put on with the help of the young uncle, numb, she walked towards the bedroom door, feeling lost and desolate.

Just as she reached the door, the young uncle called out to her.

"Wait a moment!"

This time, the young man didn’t call her sister-in-law, because that title was sacred, and he was no longer worthy of it.

Violet turned her head, her dazed gaze fell on the young man who was only wearing red shorts as he came over, standing in front of her, he reached up to help tidy her disheveled curls.

Her hair permed for the wedding, new hair had grown at the top, leaving only a large section below still wavy.

"There, all done." Having tidied Violet’s hair, the young man stepped back a bit, only jumping back onto the bed once Violet walked out of the bedroom.

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Lying back, he caught sight of the alcohol fermented meatballs on the cabinet beside the bed, he licked his lips, then sat up again, picked up the enamel basin, though it had gone cold without warmth, somehow Joseph Lancaster found these alcohol fermented meatballs particularly delicious this time!

Because Violet Zimmerman hadn’t left, the servants could only wait in the hall, seeing Violet’s lost appearance, their eyes were filled with suspicion.

But they didn’t dare to show it too clearly, a servant stood up from the sofa deliberately and said politely, "Madam, are you heading back?"

Violet smiled at her, replied softly, endured the discomfort, quickened her pace, and walked out under the servant’s watch.

At this hour, nearly all the little western-style houses in the Lancaster Family’s courtyard had their lights off, only the windows of the Family Head’s residence emitted weak light.

Daxton Lancaster stood by the window, a cigarette between his fingers, looking out at the night, lost in thought.

Suddenly, he glanced down at the time on his wristwatch, his wife Violet Zimmerman had been gone for an hour and hadn’t returned, it seemed to be done.

Clearly, it should have been something to be happy about, yet Daxton Lancaster’s face showed no signs of delight, on the contrary, he appeared dazed.

Looking into the night outside, he took another drag of his cigarette, the ashtray on the windowsill was already piled with quite a few cigarette butts.

When the woman’s heavy silhouette came into view, Daxton Lancaster suddenly stopped his smoking motion, his fingers clenched, nerves tight, staring at the slowly moving silhouette as if waiting for something.

Even in the dark, Daxton Lancaster could tell that his wife’s walking posture had changed, her legs slightly spread apart, walking very slowly.

His phoenix eyes tightened, he knew why, watching the woman’s figure slowly move into the courtyard, he brought the cigarette back to his lips.

Seeing Violet return, the servant guarding the hall quickly went over to greet her, holding the door respectfully, "Madam, you’re back."

"Mm." Violet Zimmerman responded blandly, evidently lacking energy, the servant noted her reaction, concernedly asked.

"Madam, are you feeling unwell somewhere? Would you like me to call a doctor?"

"No need." Violet slowly headed toward the stairs, leaving a perplexed servant standing in the hall.